Kyo fell to the ground immediately and screamed in pain, too steeped in shock and fright to think rationally. He did not think about rolling, nor did he think of combating the flames with his white magic. All he could think of, past the sounds of his own agonised cries, was that the fire was to cleanse him of sin.
This was what he had coming to him; retribution for the crimes he had committed. His screams grew louder as the fire tore across his body until every inch of him was covered, his face melting and distorting gruesomely from the fire as blood and other fluids poured from the wounds on his face.